Looking upon that frail image
Of dashed innocence handsome
Fractured armature obscene, needless casualty
Why, Jove?
Bleeding for loves which in actuality
Divorced from lover fantasy
Could never happen
Young captains cut down standing
Loaves never to leaven, for them heavengoing
Like a crab crushed, rushed by gulls
Never to grow to a man full
Ushered by broken, livingseeming visage.
She shatters silence’s mirror
Utterances defiant, she unpliant
Blames him, dubs wasteful life’s taking
Where fits aching breast on staked bracer
You alone set this worthless trial
Nothing here unfurl my smile
My hand still mine
I bid you, all, fair bye.
Poised to leave
One heel stirring, tealeaves
He as if a sleeve
Had clasped, backdragging
Opens his mouth, loudly sounding
Her name, which no scribe rounding
His letters better each time confesseth
In his mind’s gaol fey assizes impounded against ignobling
Truth utterly conveying
Without feigning
Spites those feyed.
Ten men have I slain
With my own blade
To the conquered: woe, crone, dry throat
To winners all goeth: crown, oath, throne.
Tired of poetic prating
Lame let pages fill
Thoth’s illness quill-bidding
Ink spilling, killing every bald inch
Papyrus tattooing with submissive pleas, plied to please
Eliding your wise eyes, mistress owl.
His mask a misguided masculinity
Killing inadequate, dismissing dignity
Pisses onto the dead man’s face
Nameless remaining
Whilst laughing elatedly.
Clapping once belatedly, waves
Awayed, dragged, gorget clareted
A breached peach gushing onto a beach
Guts gleaming on gull beaks
All for two’s preceding peak
As through curtains beaded
At the jewel of you few see
Fewer touch, bird fluttering less than branch crunching
Cageless utterly.
Would kiss could I win her
Rare wines Sultan’s slaves try before dining
Divine blooms lionmaned, Edenic
As o’ercanopy Ogygian idylls
These with which I would affection ply
Consideration’s least, bleak commiserations
Once as from geysers vaporous steam issued
From breast’s ored chalices, lacking matter
Floods now by least flattery
Thinking only you, trysting
My Isolde, blameless Trystan
A tale told holding tissue.
I am at cards, with pasteboarding gambols knowingly cheated
You double deal, secret monarchs upsleeve
Dreamily staring affixed, ropes betwixt
My stirring heart and your cathedral’s uncaring brick
If in amounting my feelings span four fields only, it is advantage
Land little having, vantage sufficient to descry with eyes single willed
One has me smitten
You, Rome, to which all roads lead
One as I bitten
Senseless love’s baleful cobra
Affection’s infecting good sense
Scarce chinwagging passes lacking her mention
My mind is a thing scored, like a targe held against drakeflaming scorching
Or the reporting visage a thwarting meteor untowarded
A retort’s sole blackened, capricious canvas of scorned Athena
Rising only at time, exeunt Hades Demeter.
Alchemisland 
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